Played 18 holes of golf at our club this morning with two girlfriends--one of them, Tina, and I have played often together.  April and I played once before, I think.

At any rate, I was telling them at one point about my progress with chemo treatments, the importance of attitude and the critical importance of the cancer patient understanding that she (or he) is the centerpost of her (or his) care.  They were both quite encouraging on the concept of my speaking to various cancer support groups and/or writing a book about this experience.  I've made a small start on the book...and am noodling the ideas surrounding an effective group working session.

The title of the book/workshop/idea is, as you may have guessed, Golf on Monday, Chemo on Tuesday.  It conveys the idea that life doesn't stop with a cancer diagnosis (no matter how severe and scary).  In fact, sometimes a better, more conscious, way of life starts with a cancer diagnosis.

Today on the course, we saw a number of birds...including a momma duck with about 12 little ducklings swimming in tight formation behind her. I posted an 8 on that hole (two water balls) but didn't care a whit.  Those ducklings made that hole for me.

(Note to self and fellow golfers though:  Just because you know how Tiger Woods would do it, doesn't mean you can execute the shot.)

Another thing making my day?  My old college friend, Bob Higgins, is part of a band called Reckless Red.  They do some fun alt-country, alt-rock songs and you can listen and download them for free here.  Check it out.

I infuse tomorrow and then have fanny-pack chemo on board until Thursday.  I'm itching to get going this week.  Feel like the cancer cells have been resting up and I want to hit 'em hard.  Prayers and good wishes appreciated.  See you on the flip side, if not sooner.

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